Chapter 1
Dear Diary, Well, here I am on an Amtrak bound from Dayton to New York City. I can hardly believe I'm finally doing it-pursuing my dream to become a dancer. Of course, it was hard leaving Mom and Dad, my kid sister, Rita, and especially my fianc', Freddy. But, I am twenty-one now and the world is, as they say, my oyster. I'm going to be its pearl, and am looking forward to meeting my soon-to-be roommate, Josette. She lives in Greenwich Village. Even I know what a swinging part of New York that neighborhood is supposed to be. What a coincidence that Josette used to live in Dayton, too. So what if I hate the place, how bad can it be? It's just for the summer. If I hate New York, I can always come back to Ohio.
The conductor just announced we 'll be arriving at Penn Station in about an hour, so I'm going to use the ladies room now.
New York, here I come!
Sally Ann Gardner put down her diary and thought about the many changes she was making in her life. As the train moved her closer and closer to her Manhattan destination, she once again wondered if she was doing the right thing. She'd never been out of Ohio, and there were so many horror stories she'd heard about city life. If it wasn't for the encouragement of her dance teacher, Miss Farrell, Sally Ann probably would never have had the courage to leave her small, quiet town. But Miss Farrell, who'd watched her student develop from a knock-kneed six-year-old to a graceful, delicately featured blonde beauty, sat her down after class one day after the other students had left the studio.
"Sally Ann," she'd said. "You know I'm fond of you, dear. Very fond. When I was your age, I realized that the goals I wanted to achieve would never happen unless I left Dayton." Sally Ann looked into the older woman's big blue eyes. At forty-five, Miss Farrell remained a stunner. Though years of plies at the ballet barre had left her slightly bow-legged, Miss Farrell had the carriage of a ballet dancer. She was small-breasted with tight, round buttocks and flaming red hair. As far as Sally Ann knew, she had never been married.
"Is that why you lived in New York for a few years?" Sally Ann inquired, adjusting her pink leotard.
"Well, that was one of the reasons," Miss Farrell replied. "There were other things as well. Let's just say I had different, um, longings that sometimes people in a small town don't understand."
Sally Ann began her cool down stretches. She spread her long legs wide, reaching toward her feet. "I know just how you felt, Miss Farrell. No one in my family understands how passionately I feel about becoming a real dancer. Mother wants me to settle down with Frederick just because we've been going steady for two years. Daddy even told Freddy he'd get him a job at his factory. And Rita thinks just because we're sisters I should stay close to home."
Miss Farrell put her hand gently on her favorite student's shoulder. "Sally Ann, honey, I'm not just talking about dancing."
"What else is there?".
The ballet teacher cleared her throat. "A lot, dear. When you go to New York, you'll meet a lot of different kinds of people. Some of them lead very different lifestyles than what you're probably used to."
"What do you mean?" Sally Ann asked, her baby blue eyes wide with innocence and curiosity.
"I mean that one of the reasons I went to a city like New York, besides dancing, was because I'd fallen in love with someone there."
Sally Ann gasped. "Oh, how romantic! Was he a dancer, too?"
Miss Farrell laughed coyly. "A dancer, yes. A 'he,' no. I'd fallen in love with a female ballet dancer."
Sally Ann stopped stretching. Her hand flew to her mouth in a futile attempt to hide her surprise. She'd heard about lesbians, but in her mind's eye, she pictured them as being very masculine. Not at all like the gorgeous mature woman seated before her now. "Miss Farrell, I had no idea. I.. .I don't know what to say."
"Are you shocked, dear? Have I said something to change how you feel about me?" she asked, concern obvious in her face.
Strangely, Sally Ann was more fascinated than disgusted about her teacher's revelation. Once, when she and Freddy were having sex in the back seat of his car, he'd asked her if she'd ever fantasized about fucking another woman. He'd seen a porno movie, he told her, in which a man was screwing two women at the same time. As he described the flick, she grew excited and came in great waves of ecstasy. From that moment on, she'd occasionally thought about sex with Freddy and another woman. But she'd never considered that lesbian sex. Now, here was one of her most-admired teachers confessing her sapphic desires.
"Surprised, not shocked in a bad way," Sally Ann finally said. "I've never met a girl who liked other girls before."
"Well, dear, you will in New York. You'll meet every conceivable type of person there, and you have to be open-minded or you won't last through the summer. Especially if you're bent on having a career as a dancer. It's very competitive-and, for those who make it-very rewarding."
Sally Ann wanted to get back to the subject of lesbianism. "To be honest, sometimes, in my dreams, I do imagine that Freddy and I are with another girl. Especially when I masturbate." Sally Ann blushed.
"What exactly do you fantasize about?" Miss Farrell asked. She was getting increasingly aroused and felt her pussy grow moist.
"I pretend that I walk in on Freddy, who's in his bedroom fucking another girl. They don't see me right away, because they're so caught up in what they're doing. Freddy's fucking her from behind, and she's on her knees, spreading her butt wide with both hands to get more and more of his big cock into her tight pussy." Sally Ann closed her eyes to relive the dream, one hand absently moving between her legs.
"Please go on, honey," Miss Farrell urged, her voice suddenly sultry and deep. "Tell your teacher everything."
"As they fuck, I hear Freddy asking her if she-likes how his thick dick feels in her little cunt. She looks over her shoulder to tell him to really throw it to her, and that's when she sees me standing behind them at the foot of the bed. By this time, I'm really horny. I'm rubbing myself."
"Rubbing?"
"Yes." Sally Ann opened her eyes and saw that Miss Farrell, too, was touching her crotch. "Just like you're doing."
"Do you mind? I'm enjoying your story. Tell me more."
"Well, the girl gasps when she sees me, and Freddy turns around, too. That big oP rooter of his is standing straight up, all slick from her juices. He doesn't say anything, just reaches out toward me. It's weird, but I'm not at all jealous. Just hot as hell. I want him. I want her, too."
Miss Farrell abruptly stood up. "Sally Ann, do you mind if I close the drapes and lock the door? This dream of yours has gotten me excited, and I don't want anyone to walk in and overhear us."
Sally Ann shook her head. Miss Farrell crossed the studio, closed the curtains, locked the door and returned to her chair. Sally Ann noticed the older woman's crotch was saturated. Miss Farrell followed her stare. "Oh, dear, I am getting horny, too. Please, continue."
"Freddy takes me by my wrist and pulls me to the bed. He kisses me, pulling my dress over my head. I'm not wearing any underwear. I feel his long tongue push into my throat when suddenly I feel another tongue. This one is on my cunny. It's the other girl's, and it feels delicious. At first, she is real gentle, sort of lapping at my labia. But then she goes for it: she pushes that tongue in soooo deep I feel my knees buckle.
"My boyfriend asks me if I'm comfortable with this, and all I can do is nod. 'Comfortable?' I'm in heaven!" Sally Ann noted that Miss Farrell's stroking hand had moved into her leotard, towards her pussy.
"Yes, heaven," the ballet teacher, eyes closed, agreed dreamily.
"Freddy lays me out on the bed on my back. He and the girl switch places, with Freddy giving me head while she straddles my face. I've never licked pussy before, and when she squats over me, well, I don't know what to do."
"Follow your instincts," Miss Farrell, in her own state of bliss, suggested.
"Exactly," Sally Ann said. "That's what I imagine. Just stick out my tongue and taste her."
"How was she, dear?"
"Slightly salty, musky. The fragrance of lust. I loved her smell. She became more urgent, pushing her pussy down harder on my tongue, wanting me to get as far in as possible. I could look up between her legs and see her bouncing breasts, big with cherry-red nipples, swinging as she rode my face. And, at the same time, I could feel Freddy's schlong slide in and out, in and out. The three of us found a rhythm."
Miss Farrell pulled off her leotard. "Do you mind if I get comfortable, Sally Ann?"
"Not if you don't mind if I do, too." Sally Ann paused from her torrid tale to remove her clothing. Naked and sweating, the women resumed their sitting positions: Miss Farrell, legs spread, in her chair; Sally Ann at her feet, legs still stretched wide apart. Their pubic thatches-red and blonde-gleamed with moisture.
"Who came first?" the teacher wanted to know.
"That's what was incredible. They came at the same time. Freddy pumped his seed just as the girl exploded in my mouth."
"And you? How did you cum?"
"I'm still waiting to cum." Sally Ann looked meaningfully into Miss Farrell's lust-glazed eyes. "Wanna help?"
Sally Ann rose. Standing, her cunt was even with the ballet teacher's thick red lips. Miss Farrell held her student by her buttocks, suckling the blonde mound noisily.
"Oh, yeah. Do me, Miss Farrell. Lick my pussy. Taste me deep inside. That's how I like it."
"Let's do each other," Miss Farrell suggested, pulling herself off the girl's love triangle. "Do you know about sixty-nine?"
"It was a very good year," Sally Ann said laughing. "Of course I know what that is. Now I'll see just how limber all these dance classes have made me."
Miss Farrell led Sally Ann to a nearby mat. Heads-to-pussies, they ravished each other with deliriously deep cunnilingus. Their slurping noises reverberated off the walls of the dance studio as student and teacher became more absorbed in girl-girl sex.
"Oh, Sally Ann, that feels wonderful. Now, lick my ass-hole. That's it. Mmmmm. Oh, yes. Yes!" Miss Farrell was getting the complete package as Sally Ann followed instructions like a good student. She located Miss Farrell's rosy pucker and teased it with the tip of her tongue. "Now, dear, take your tongue into my cunny. Ooooooh! That's it. And I'll do you the same way."
Sally Ann could only moan her satisfaction. Freddy had never rimmed her ass-hole before, and it was a sensation as ecstatic as pussy licking. Miss Farrell started with the same teasing tongue licks Sally Ann had given to her, then plowed her palate deep into the older woman's button-sized hole. Without pausing, Miss Farrell lapped straight up into Sally Ann's gushing gash, then returned to her butt hole.
"Oh, Miss Farrell, I'm gonna cum," Sally Ann warned, her long blonde mane tossing from side to side. "Here it comes! Ahhhhhh!"
Miss Farrell latched onto the girl's pussy tightly, tasting her nectar as it flowed into the redhead's eager mouth. She felt her own orgasm building. Sally Ann located her G-spot with a finger, which triggered the teacher's explosion. "Oh, honey, me, too. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
Sally Ann tasted her first delicious drops of another woman's climax, something she'd previously only dreamed about. And it was even better than she'd imagined. Instinctively, she opened wide, flicking her tongue on Miss Farrell's ass-hole as she tickled her clit with a finger. Both women lay panting with total satisfaction.
"You're never going to make me want to leave Dayton now," the younger woman said, wrapping her arms around her older mentor.
"Oh, but you must. This is only the beginning for you, Sally Ann. I have a former student, Josette Dupres, who is about ten years your senior. She's choreographing now, having a successful career."
"Were you and she-"
"Briefly," Miss Farrell said, a faraway look in her eyes. "But she's bisexual, whereas I prefer the company of women. Anyway, I could arrange it with her for you to stay with her for a while, take daily ballet classes with excellent teachers. You'll have to find a part-time job like all dancers do. Josette can help you with that, too. Are you interested?"
"Am I! I'd be a fool to turn down the opportunity. But what will I tell Freddy?"
"If he loves you, Freddy with let you go. It's only for a while, anyway. You may decide you hate New York. A lot of Midwesterners do, you know."
Sally Ann kissed Miss Farrell fondly on her cheek. "You're the best teacher anyone could have. Thank you so much for your help."
"And thank you, dear, for sharing yourself with me so completely, so openly."
That was the beginning of this great adventure. Now, some months later, everything was arranged. Freddy had been skeptical. They'd fought over the length of her stay in Manhattan, how she would support herself and the fact that she knew no one there. But she'd spoken with Josette on the phone, and Sally Ann felt the budding choreographer would help her get acclimated to city living. Freddy would just have to accept her decision. If he loved her, he'd wait.
As Sally Ann walked down the aisle of the train towards the ladies room, she checked out the other passengers. Mostly nondescript businessmen with briefcases and laptop computers. A few families with bawling brats and too much luggage. A young man in his late twenties caught her eye. He was sitting alone just outside the restroom, reading a magazine. His taut T-shirt read "Easy Access," causing Sally Ann to smile. He obviously worked out. Nice biceps. Even better pectorals. But he didn't look up from his magazine.
Inside the cramped restroom, she quickly lowered her skirt and sat down on the commode. Sally Ann was still flush from recalling her first lesbian encounter, and now she found herself thinking about the young man on the other side of the door. The train gently swayed, rocking her. Sally Ann touched herself. What are you doing? she thought. You'd can't get off in the ladies room of an Amtrak! But she was, in spite of the little voice crying inside her head. First, a finger found its was into her honey-pot, then another. She envisioned the young man's muscular thighs wrapped around her, imagined his mouth sucking her nipples, felt his hands on her ass. "Umm," she moaned, trying not to be too loud.
She reached inside her purse, looking for something long and hard, like she imagined the young man's cock would be. Sally Ann's hand found her hairbrush. That would have to do. She circled the brush's handle around her cunt lips, feeling them moisten. "Ooooh!" she exclaimed as it slipped into her pussy. With her other hand, Sally Ann diddled her clit. Closing her eyes, she could see the handsome stranger thrusting his love lance into her with unbridled abandon. That long pink spear rubbed her nubbin to the point of frenzy. The hairbrush handle sank deeper.
Sally Ann felt a climax building. Suddenly, the train lurched and the hairbrush pushed abruptly all the way into her pussy. "Ahhhh!" she moaned in spite of herself. Cum flowed freely from her succulent hole. Her entire body convulsed with shivers of ecstasy as the climax tore through her. Sally Ann sat spent for a couple minutes. Then, she heard someone knocking on the other side.
"Is everything all right in there? Other people have to use this restroom too, y'know?" It was a man's voice.
Embarrassed, afraid someone had heard her, Sally Ann quickly pulled up her skirt, washed her hands, and opened the cubicle door. There he was, the object of her most recent fantasy, standing uncomfortably on the other side.
"Sorry," Mr. "Easy Access" apologized, "but I really have to go." He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, obviously in a state of discomfort.
"Be my guest," Sally Ann said. "It's all yours."
"Name's Billy," he said, extending his hand.
"Sally Ann."
"Well, I guess I'd better.. . . "
"Yeah, you'd better, before you have an accident," she laughed.
Billy smiled at her invitingly. "Maybe we can talk later. Going to New York?"
"All the way to the end of the line."
"You're going all the way?" The double entendre was too obvious to ignore. Sally Ann thought him a bit forward.
"Please, I don't want you to have an accident," Sally Ann said. "I'm sitting a few seats behind you."
Billy slipped into the restroom. "See you in a minute."
"Nice meeting you." Sally Ann smiled to herself as she headed back through the aisle. Maybe he was from New York and could give her directions how to get to Josette's place. She could use a travel guide.
"Penn Station is our next and last stop," boomed the conductor officiously. New York City, here I come! Sally Ann was ready for anything!